Mood: :dead:

I just spent the last 24 hours in absolute hell. Nobody should ever have to feel like that. I won’t go into the gross details, but BOTH ENDS! ALL THE TIME! AUGH!

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My kid just projectile barfed in the kitchen, and my wife has been in and out of the washroom all day.

Merry Christmas Mr. Flu Bug!

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Movies like the Lord of the Rings trilogy create increased demand on our bodies. Since I’m going to watch the 3 1/2 hour (!) finale tonight, I find that I’m planning my drinks and meals in such a way that I can, um, “clean out the pipes” just before the extravaganza begins so I can keep my butt glued to the chair for the entirety. Wish me luck!

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Go get it:
Spider-Man 2 Teaser Trailer

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Since I started driving at 16, that means that I’ve been driving for more than half my life!
EEEEE!!

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Saw this on Joe’s blog:

Joe misspelled “kind” so his subject says “What king of geek am I?”
Sigmund Freud says: Very interestink!

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Anybody want to be an Xmas buddy? It’s kind of like carpooling, but with Xmas shopping. Like carpooling, we only need to find one parking spot amongst the throng, and multiple people can come up with more shopping ideas than one person alone…

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Last night my kid poked me in the eye, knocking my second-to-last contact lens to the ground. This morning my eye was still tender when I put in the last replacement so I took it back out to see if rinsing some more would help, when it fell into the sink, promply folded over and glued its edges together due to the dry air. I had to wear my glasses, and I was pissed.

For those of you who have never seen me in my glasses, let me say that I wasn’t as embarassed by them until Harry Potter got popular. Get it? They’re almost 15 years old, and rounded. Ugh. I HATE my glasses.

This happened just as I had to drive to Squamish to install a computer system. My old glasses have a weak prescription and don’t protect my eyes from sunlight. I was keeping an eye out (heh) all the way from Abbotsford to Squamish for someplace that I could buy contacts.

Finally, I reached my destination, resigned to my fate of looking like a bespectacled geek as I introduced myself. Just as I pulled up, what did I see right across the street? An optic store! Woohoo! They were even nice enough to sell me my contacts without a prescription on hand.

I will be going to get new glasses soon. Any suggestions for frame types?

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Oh yeah!

If the licensors have any brains at all, they’ll do it. It’s a sure thing!

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I had a dream last night after getting drunk:

I was watching the last part of a movie on VHS; something violent like The Godfather or Scarface, though after a bit it was more about some thieves who were trying to mess with the security system of this huge mansion owned by the crime boss, with lots of rooms. Then I was in the action, trying to avoid the hired goons as they searched for us.

After a bit it was over and instead of watching it on TV I was reading it in a comic book/graphic novel. It was in black and white (which I understand is how we see most dreams anyway). Then I got a phone call from one of the characters in the story and he told me to call him back at some number that I scrambled to write down. Unfortunately, I couldn’t write it down just right, transposing or forgetting parts of it before I could record it, so I kept asking him to repeat himself. We were both getting frustrated; I had the feeling that it was important that I call him back, like I had won something but couldn’t claim it unless I called him back. Finally, I accidentally pressed the wrong button on the cordless handset so it hung up on him and I got so pissed off I threw the phone across the room.

Weird, huh?